Run-Away Train

Under grey autumn skies
Rain and teardrops trace
Washing down upon my face
In this barren place
In full disgrace
I screamed heavenward
Some words absurd
Only to be once again unheard
Here we are again
Duking it out
In a final bout
With a God who carries
All the clout
Feel like a puppet on a string
No control of anything
No path to follow
No song to sing
The rain beats down
Skies turn dark and cold
Angry clouds over me unfold
A price is paid  
A soul bought  and sold.
Not worth the dirt
If truth be told
Years pile up 
since my birth
I wonder my worth 
upon this earth
Does no good
to cry in vain
And as time passes 
Again and again
I bite the bullet 
Warm up to the pain
So for now i will refrain 
And stand here naked in the rain
Just me and God
On this run-away train.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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December 19, 2013 at 4:56 PM
Hello Carl, hope you are doing well. Thank you for stopping by my latest poem. I kind of get this feeling, of a run-away-train. The pure feeling, of having God by your side... a blessing poem... LINDA
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December 18, 2013 at 12:59 AM
How can one be anything but somber in the face of something for which you believe there's a plan, but it's hard when you don't understand even the basics. I can assure you, however, that you are not the only one who would like the train to pull into the station once in a while. You wound this one up nicely.
Jones Avatar
December 17, 2013 at 8:10 PM
I've been here...sometimes I think we have to get down to just us and our maker to get back on track...away from all the distractions....I enjoyed your poem
Fisher Avatar
December 15, 2013 at 8:29 PM
Wonderful description of that feeling of helplessness. Also, the format made for an enjoyable read, too!
Andresen Avatar
December 15, 2013 at 1:17 PM
- A very touching poem Carl, but beautifully written in your poem! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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